We used to have cyber-sex months back. But we're now just friends and don't do that anymore.My friend lives in California and is married. He told me t...at he was taking his wife away for a weekend at a lovely hotel. He had bought tickets to a show called “Venus in Fur.” He also told me that he'd bought many vibrators and costumes to use on his wife that weekend.A few times in our conversation, he told me that he wanted to have a threesome. Now, we've never met and I don’t even know his name. He. Then I stopped. "What did you call me?" Why, your name, Miss Dixon," he explained. He was trying to keepa straight face, but I could tell he was well aware that I was anewly-minted Miss Dixon."Where is he?" I demanded, ignoring his amusement.The doorman hurriedly moved to open an oak door. "Right this way,Miss Dixon."I'll Miss Dixon him, I thought to myself. Just wait until I getall of this straightened out.I pushed by the oh-so-helpful doorman and barged into Mr. Logan'soffice. He was sifting. "You'll be surprised." was all she would say, as her right hand scratched under her left perfectly cloned boobs. So did Simone ... same hand, same breast ... together. I was sure it wasn't preplanned.As for our reeking clothes, she suggested we use the 'refresher'. The refresher is some kind of ionizing cleaner that clothes are hung in, the door shut, and, depending on the fragrance selected, come out completely clean, smelling great, dry and mended. It takes about two seconds. I never knew for. ." No, you're a good guy, Alan. Just being careful. I would be, too, you know ... If I was in your shoes." Thanks, Jace, ' I said. "So where and what time?" That Italian place? Six?" We'll be there..."He shouldered his computer bag and made his way out the door. Left me thinking.I shut my own computer down and went to my truck. Inside the truck and on the highway, I flipped my phone open. "Dan Richards," I said. Was rewarded with ringing."Hello, Alan," Dan said. "How's YOUR week?" Better'n.